Testo di Empty Grave

I chose to read no more news tonight I'd rather bear my own amount of pain The window shuts me in my despair Dead flowers on my grave and I'm not even there But then I sleep and wake up, with the thought The thickest thought of you But then I sleep and wake up, with the taste That bitter taste of you It seems my dreams have gone away Now I'm lost in the middle of the way and I'm wondering why Why can't I make this the best of the days? But then I sleep and wake up, with the thought The thickest thought of you But then I sleep and wake up, with the taste That bitter taste of you As I am lying down and I hear no sound Am I really on this ground? But I feel you in, your hands burn my skin I'm no longer dying…